The first thing I did was to find out

Chapter 148 This Master Deserves

Four-joy dumplings, four small grids, each grid is filled with ingredients of different colors. The diced mushrooms, diced ham, spinach stems and egg skins are all steamed very beautifully, with bright colors, just like the green vegetable hearts that have been rinsed in clear water with lard and then fished out.

The meat filling under the ingredients is a traditional dumpling filling that suits the public's taste.

Of course, it’s not that traditional.

In the past, Qin Huai used pork, mushrooms and carrot cubes as the stuffing for making four-happiness dumplings. But Guo Er has been cooking more recently, so he made pork, bamboo shoots and carrot puree as the stuffing every day. As he was cooking, Qin Huai felt that carrot puree was better than carrot cubes.

The taste of carrot puree is not as strong as that of carrots, so it is more suitable to be mixed with minced meat. After steaming, the minced meat can lock in the juice better and taste better.

Therefore, Qin Huai made some routine changes to the recipe and changed the meat filling of the Four Happiness Dumplings to pork, mushrooms and carrot puree.

The effect is very good.

It received unanimous approval from all diners except Ouyang.

As for why he did not get Ouyang's approval - this guy was too careless about food, and when he ate it for the first time, he did not even notice that Qin Huai had changed the meat filling, which made Qin Huai so angry that he revoked his right to taste the food.

Of course, it doesn't matter whether it is cancelled or not, because Qin Huai came to Gusu on the third day after he completely finalized the formula, and the people who participated in the tasting only ate it for two days longer than Ouyang.

It can be said that if the Four-Happiness Dumplings made by Qinhuai before were the basic version, then the Four-Happiness Dumplings now are definitely the upgraded plus version.

Before, Qin Luo could only eat 18 four-happiness dumplings in one meal, but now he can eat 25.

As for why Qin Huai knew that Qin Luo could eat 25...

On the last day of the food tasting, this greedy girl ate 25 of them without caring about the consequences. She was so full that she couldn’t sleep the whole night. The next day, she couldn’t hold it in any longer and had to take a day off to go to the hospital.

Everyone who came to work at Huang's Restaurant today also caught up and had the improved plus version of the Four-Happiness Dumplings.

Qinhuai Steamed Four-Happiness Dumplings are made in the largest steamer in the kitchen, which is filled with a full layer of dumplings. When the lid is opened, it is very shocking, making people feel like they have traveled into the world of Chef Boy.

Huang Anyao is obviously also a person who has watched the Cooking Master Boy.

After Qin Huai and Zheng Siyuan pointed out where the dumplings and wontons were respectively, Huang Anyao chose the four-happiness dumplings that could be eaten directly without any hesitation and opened the cage by himself.

Huang Anyao was stunned by the large steamer full of colorful, beautifully shaped and fragrant four-happiness dumplings.

“Yellow…Golden Ratio Shaomai!”

Huang Anyao had completely forgotten what Qin Huai had told him to eat. He carefully picked out two dumplings with tongs and did not cover the steamer lid. He knew that someone else would come to get the dumplings anyway, so he held the plate and blew hard at them.

Not everyone has Qin Luo's iron mouth.

Huang Jia was already counting the wontons.

"Who wants to eat wontons?" Huang Jia asked loudly.

Although it was theoretically time to go to work, Huang Jia felt that it was rare for the store to provide breakfast, so he decided to reward himself by eating something first.

You would be doing yourself a disservice if you don’t try the crepe wontons and bubble wontons made by Zheng Siyuan himself.

“Me, me, me!” Huang Anyao held the plate and raised his hand actively, making way for others to pick up the four-happiness dumplings.

Qin Huai found it a bit strange that everyone was eating wontons and dumplings so actively, so he turned around and asked Zheng Siyuan in a low voice: "Didn't everyone have breakfast this morning?"

That shouldn't be the case. Huang's Restaurant doesn't provide breakfast on weekdays. We start work at 9 o'clock, and do heavy physical work once we get to work. We don't have lunch until 1 o'clock, so we must eat more and be full in the morning.

Zheng Siyuan looked at Qin Huai with a look that said, "You are a full man who doesn't know the hunger of a hungry man." He asked, "If you just had dinner, but my uncle told you that he would cook two delicious dishes himself, and asked you if you had eaten, did you eat?"

"Of course I didn't eat it." Qin Huai said without hesitation, "But there's no comparison between me and Master Huang."

"The principles are similar." Zheng Siyuan glanced at Qin Huai, "You make the glutinous rice cake and I make it?"

"Go ahead and make it. You make it better than I do. We'll sell it tomorrow anyway. If I have time in the afternoon, I'll make another batch."

Zheng Siyuan then asked: "Then you will make the crab shell yellow?"

"Well, I'll make the crab shell roe and sesame cakes together, and start baking them at 11:. But you may need to fry the minced meat. I'm still frying the minced meat..." Qin Huai stopped talking halfway because he found that he was worrying too much.

At Huang Ji Restaurant, you don’t have to worry about no one frying the meat filling.

Among those who were eating four-happiness dumplings and wontons, who else could fry the minced meat worse than Huang Anyao?
"Okay, I'll make some of the jujube and yam cakes too. What were you thinking last night? You gave Huang Jia such a long order, and you couldn't finish it even if you had someone to help you. The sales volume of Huang's Restaurant is much more exaggerated than you think. Every time my uncle asked me to help, I worked from morning to night."

"I just thought that I was better at these things, so it's always a good idea to write more. I'm sure one of them will be popular." Qin Huai explained, "What's the list you wrote?"

"Fresh meat mooncakes and Dingsheng cakes." Zheng Siyuan said.

"Gone?"

"No more." Zheng Siyuan had a blank expression on his face. "You'll know why by noon."

Qin Huai:?
Qin Huai didn't know the reason yet, but many people in the kitchen already knew it, because the four-happiness dumplings had been blown cold and everyone had started eating them.

Let’s just say that the moment Huang Anyao put the dumplings in his mouth, he had only one thought in his mind.

If he cried and grabbed Qin Huai's arm and begged him to stay in Huang's Restaurant, and offered him a super high salary and gave him a quarter of the shares, could he keep Qin Huai?

When I think of what Qin Huai said at dinner yesterday, he knew at least 120 kinds of dim sum, if each one was as good as the six-happiness dumplings in front of me.

Huang Anyao was willing to give him half of the shares.

There can’t be any more, if there is any more his father will beat him to death.

Huang Anyao thought that if he could eat Qinhuai dim sum every morning, 120 kinds of dim sum, and eat the same thing every day for four months without repeating the same thing, then it would not be a hassle to inherit the restaurant, participate in its management, and communicate with suppliers and customers.

The dream of becoming a food critic is not that important. After all, people still have to be down-to-earth and focus on the present.

Place it on the four-happiness dumplings in front of you.

Huang Anyao took another bite.

good to eat.

Huang Anyao, who has been eating Huang Shengli's dishes since he was a child, had to praise that the dumplings were really delicious.

From the moment he ate the Four-Happiness Dumplings, Huang Anyao felt that Qin Huai must be his half-brother.

His last half-brother was Zheng Siyuan.

Because of their fathers' relationship, Huang Anyao has had a very good relationship with Zheng Siyuan since childhood. Although he is one year older than Zheng Siyuan, he has been more like Zheng Siyuan's younger brother since childhood, following behind Zheng Siyuan and waiting for snacks.

just now……

I'm sorry, Zheng Siyuan, although your skills are great and comparable to Qin Huai's, you are good at too few things, while Qin Huai can do 120 things!

Unlike Huang Anyao, whose mind was full of random thoughts and who even considered whether to use half of his shares to retain Qinhuai, Huang Jia did not hesitate at all after eating the Four Happiness Dumplings and went straight to Wang Jun.

Wang Jun is Huang Shengli's sixth apprentice. Although he started learning relatively late, he has very solid basic skills.

Unlike most of Huang Shengli's disciples, Wang Jun's family runs a small restaurant, so he has some basic skills. He came to Huang's restaurant as a handyman at the age of 16. After working in the kitchen for two years and learning some skills, he went to the water station to handle fresh food. After working in the water station for a year, Huang Shengli felt that this young man was very good. Although his talent was average and his basic skills were a little poor, he was hardworking and never lazy, so he accepted him as his apprentice.

Now Wang Jun is still the cutter, and is mainly responsible for helping out in the kitchen.

"Sixth Brother, go help Qin Huai today and pick two people who have basic knowledge of pastry in the kitchen. Qin Huai doesn't know anything, so you guys should help him out more and do whatever you can. If there are not enough people, tell me and I will order two more. He just arrived yesterday and today is his first day at work. Don't tire him out." Huang Jia whispered and glanced at Dong Shi. "Forget about Dong Shi. He can't control his mouth and will definitely talk to Qin Huai. Da Dong is fine."

Wang Jun still had the four-happiness dumplings in his hand and nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, Senior Brother, I will definitely not let Qin Huai get too tired with me here."

Huang Jia gave Wang Jun an affirmative look, then walked towards Qin Huai: "Qin Huai, we just discussed it. Today is your first day officially... Let's count it as work. Focus on getting familiar with and adapting. You will not be responsible for the staff meals for now, so as not to tire yourself out."

Qin Huai was stunned for a moment, and said: "I don't think so, just do a little more..."

"Don't do the lunch session yet. Wait until the afternoon and see if you want to do the evening session." Huang Jia interrupted Qin Huai.

Qin Huai nodded: "Okay."

Then he continued to work. Wang Jun quickly selected people to help Qin Huai. Whether it was chopping stuffing or processing ingredients, making buns or dumplings, pressing molds or shaping, Wang Jun and his men took over everything. Even the stuffing, which Qin Huai felt he couldn't delegate, only required him to adjust the approximate proportions, and the rest could be handed over to others.

To put it bluntly, the first time Qin Huai made dim sum he felt like an emperor.

All that was missing were two massage boys, one massaging the left shoulder and the other the right shoulder.

Qin Huai felt that he only needed to move his pen to review the memorials, and someone else would do the rest.

With the joint efforts of Wang Jun and others, Qin Huai quickly prepared a large number of pre-made snacks.

As for why it is pre-made, it is because most dim sum must be steamed and baked to be delicious. The kitchen of Huang Ji Restaurant is large enough, with enough stoves, enough steamers, and enough ovens.

According to Qin Huai's judgment, the four-happiness dumplings, five-ribbon buns, dream-fulfilling biscuits, crab shell roe and fermented rice wine steamed buns he made were enough to sell from noon to night. If there were too many people in the evening, he would make another batch in the afternoon.

The level of the fermented glutinous rice steamed buns is there. The buff is icing on the cake, but it still tastes good without the buff.

Tangerine peel tea is not good. Tangerine peel tea itself is too low-grade and too common. Without the buff, it is just a bowl of ordinary Tremella and Lotus Seed Soup. Therefore, Qinhuai repeatedly emphasized that only so much tangerine peel tea is cooked in a day. No one asked why. If someone asked, it would be hunger marketing.

At 11 o'clock in the morning, four-happiness dumplings, five-ribbon buns, and fermented glutinous rice steamed buns were put into the steamer, and crab shell roe and sesame cakes were put into the oven. Qin Huai, who did not have to worry about the oven and the steamer, was making mung bean cakes with peace of mind, and even had the leisure to see what others were doing.

The chefs headed by Huang Jia have entered the final stage of preparing food. All the processed ingredients are laid out together, so many that it looks like a kitchen in the countryside.

Zheng Siyuan also had someone helping him. The fresh meat mooncakes were already in the oven, but he himself was also not taking a break as he was making Dingsheng cakes.

Qin Huai glanced at the fresh meat mooncakes waiting to be put into the oven, and roughly counted the numbers. He was really surprised to find that the amount of fresh meat mooncakes made by Zheng Siyuan was 1.5 times the amount of the Wu Ding Bao, Si Xi Dumplings and Fermented Rice Bread he made himself.

This is too much. Who would come to a restaurant to eat mooncakes in the middle of the day?

As a staple food, there is no need to spend so much in advance, right?
"Brother Jun, did Zheng Siyuan make too many mooncakes?" Qin Huai asked in a low voice.

Wang Jun glanced at it and said, "Not much. The amount is much less than before. He should have considered that you are here too. With so many dim sum, customers won't order so many fresh meat mooncakes."

Qin Huai:?
Is Huang Ji's business so good? He didn't feel that when he came yesterday.

At 11:10, Huang's Restaurant officially opened.

Of course, guests who arrived early had already been seated at 11 o'clock, but they could only order food at 11:10.

Although Master Huang has not been working much during this period and Huang's prices have not been lowered, word of mouth is still there and there are still many old customers willing to come and support him.

After all, what if Huang Shengli suddenly gives everyone a surprise and goes to work?

Qian Bo Qian Zhongheng, the former accountant of the long-defunct cotton mill, is here today to show his support.

He didn't come alone, he brought his family with him, including his wife, son, daughter-in-law, and granddaughter. The whole family of five came together for the dinner.

Qian Zhongheng's son and daughter-in-law even asked for an hour's leave from the company and came here early from get off work.

Qian Zhongheng asked the waiter for a paper menu. His son skillfully scanned the code to order, complaining as he did so: "Dad, it's not a festival, why do you insist that Yuanyuan and I take time off to come over for dinner? We will be fined for taking an hour off. I just asked the waiter, and Chef Huang is not here. He is definitely not the one cooking today, so we won't be able to eat three-piece duck and braised silver carp head."

Daughter-in-law Ma Yuan didn't say anything, but lowered her head to reply to the leader's message.

"Your dad met Xiao Dong when he came back from shopping yesterday. He is Master Huang's last disciple. Xiao Dong told your dad that Huang's has a new dim sum chef. Master Huang specially invited him back from another place. He looks young, but his skills must be good. He specially asked you to come over to eat delicious food. Don't be ungrateful." Qian Zhongheng's wife Bai Xiujuan chimed in.

The son muttered quietly: "What kind of skills can a young person have?"

But my hand was honest enough to click on the category and find the dim sum category.

"Wu Ding Bao, Four Happiness Dumplings, Rice Wine Buns, Fresh Meat Mooncakes, Ding Sheng Cakes, Crab Shell Yellow, and Yuan Meng Shao Bing. There are a lot of new snacks, but I've never heard of them. What are they? I'll give you four fresh meat mooncakes first. I tried them at the last banquet. They're not usually sold."

"Four-happiness dumplings... they look fancy. I want five."

"Crab shell yellow...boring, dream-fulfilling sesame cake...who wants to eat sesame cake, that's all." The son started ordering other dishes.

The waiter brought Qian Zhongheng a paper menu. Qian Zhongheng found an extra page of white dishes. He was delighted and glanced at it. He immediately said, "Children don't count. Order all the dim sum according to the number of people."

The son exclaimed, "Dad, are you crazy? These snacks are either steamed buns, steamed bread, or sesame cakes. They take up so much space! And this steamed bread with fermented glutinous rice wine is 18 yuan each! And this five-tin bun is even more outrageous, 65 yuan each, which is almost catching up with the price of Chengfangju!"

"Don't worry about it. I have money, your dad." Qian Zhongheng said, "I'll pay for it. Order everything. If you can't finish it, your mom and I will have it for breakfast tomorrow morning."

Then Qian Zhongheng turned around and asked the waiter: "Are there any new dishes?"

"Yes, Mr. Qian. We also have a new drink, tangerine peel tea, 25 a bowl."

My son didn't ask for a high price. The prices of drinks in restaurants are always inflated.

Qian Zhongheng thought for a moment and said, "Let's have three bowls."

The son continued to order dishes. When he thought about how his father had been taken advantage of and ordered so many expensive dim sum that he didn't even know what they tasted like, he felt so heartbroken that he didn't want to order any dishes. He was very stingy when ordering, and in the end, the family of five only ordered three dishes.

Almost as soon as I placed the order, the fermented glutinous rice steamed buns were served.

There’s no choice but to catch up. The first batch is just coming out of the pot.

The aroma of fermented glutinous rice steamed buns wafted out of the kitchen. The son, who was still muttering in his heart whether Huang Ji had gone crazy, serving so many strange snacks at once and selling them at such high prices, and wondering if he wanted to run away and rip everyone off, no longer had the heart to mutter. He subconsciously stretched his neck to look towards the kitchen, breathing in continuously.

Looks like a loser.

"What's that smell? Why does it smell like wine?"

Qian Zhongheng and Bai Xiujuan were also breathing in, but their expressions were completely different from their son's. Their faces showed not only intoxication but also nostalgia.

"Where did Xiao Huang find this immortal from?" Qian Zhongheng murmured, "Could it be that he has a hidden junior fellow apprentice?"

"I haven't smelled this smell for many years." Bai Xiujuan laughed, "At that time, I couldn't afford steamed buns, so I could only eat with a bowl in my hand while smelling others eating. Now I want to get a bowl of rice and hold it in my hand."

"It smells so good." Qian Zhongheng's 5-year-old granddaughter clapped her hands happily.

The waiter brought the fermented rice steamed buns to Qian Zhongheng's table and served the dish.

Qian Zhongheng's table was served the fastest and most decisively, and naturally became the focus of the whole place. Guests from several nearby tables were staring at this side, waving to the waiter and asking what kind of steamed buns were on their table and whether they wanted some too.

Qian Zhongheng picked up a steamed bun, broke off a small piece to feed his granddaughter, and then took a big bite.

That's the smell.

It's the smell of the fermented glutinous rice steamed buns that filled the entire street decades ago, and people would ride their bicycles as hard as they could after work, pedaling until the wheels sparked, and rush over to line up to buy them.

Every time I was on a business trip, my parents would always follow the idea of ​​"poor at home but rich on the road" and find ways to ask people to buy a few more steamed buns and stuff them into the small iron lunch box. Even if I had been on the train for a day and a night, when I opened the lunch box and took out the steamed buns, the buns would still expand back to their original shape, and they would taste delicious even when eaten with cold water.

For many years.

Qian Zhongheng suddenly realized that he had not tasted this flavor for many years. This flavor was like his youth, which had been away from him for many years.

He seemed to understand Huang Shengli's thoughts a little bit. The old neighbors who had lived nearby for decades used to eat while smelling the aroma of fermented rice wine steamed buns.

Although the times have changed, the state-owned restaurant closed down and became Huangji Restaurant, and Huangji Restaurant changed its name to Huangji Restaurant. But in the hearts of these old neighbors, both Huangji Restaurant and Huangji Restaurant were the state-owned restaurants of the past, and the chefs were all apprentices of Master Jing.

Come to think of it, the chef who previously made the pastry was indeed not worthy of this shop.

This master deserves it.

Yes, Huang Shengli has good vision.

Qian Zhongheng looked up again and found that his unlucky and useless son had finished a steamed bun at the speed of light, leaving not a single bite for his granddaughter.

The son was licking his lips with great satisfaction and said, "Dad, let's buy 10 more steamed buns!"

"If you can't finish it, you can save it for breakfast tomorrow."

Today is a good two-in-one
This chapter is not easy to divide into chapters, so I just combined two into one.

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